Found Alphabet. No 6. The letter F

Slowly my found alphabet is finding me.

Here is the letter F.  A piece of straw lying on the yard as I was sweeping this morning. I very nearly swept it up without noticing.

Only another 20 letters to go.

haiku. drought ending. rain

It was wonderful when the garden took a deep breath in the rain.


 rain
whisper in still air,
surrender to soft caress,
warmth rises, rain falls

Full Moon. Poetry. Lovers and Others.

There has been the most astonishing and beautiful full moon this week. 

The moon is special for lovers,  yet some people don't notice it even if they are up late.

Here are two poems;

no curtains
she looks at the window,
seeing reflections making love
encircled by the moon

awake
he knows the refrigerator landscape,
always a season of plenty
under cold light that soothes his tired eyes
as he gathers a chilled harvest.
he never needs to look out of a window


these two poems come from my collection of poems Blue Moon at the Map Shop. They are published in a handmade seed packet.
You can find them  in my Etsy shop http://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/quarto17

Waterlilies. Poem. Airborne?

twirling
perhaps
though humid air
to alight
on still water

The pond in my garden is tiny, but has an exuberantly leafy waterlily in it. This morning, three flowers! I am convinced they landed, and did not grow.

How delightful to see airborne waterlilies floating down into ponds - I wonder when they do it?

High Tide. Summer Poem. Heat.

  High Tide

The fields are flooded with sunshine,

It swirls through parched corn,

Washes over dusty hedgerows,

Drenches weary trees,

Dripping into trembling shade.

A tide of heat drowns the land,

Every living thing submerged,

Slow and breathless in the golden ocean.

There is nothing to do but wait,

Wait for the tide turning,

And the slow ripples of night.



This is a high summer poem, from my collection Garden Seasons.
You can find it on my Etsy shop https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/153337724/poetry-collection-garden-seasons-in-a?ref=shop_home_active

When I took the photograph I didn't have my glasses on, so had no idea that I had captured a hoverfly in front of the poppy! 

two summer haiku. sweet peas. tomatoes.

sweet peas

so simple in shape

they cannot be photographed

you just have to look

watering the greenhouse

stretching to the sun

tomato leaves smell so good

as water splashes  

These are two poems from my collection Garden Seasons, which you can find here https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/153337724/poetry-collection-garden-seasons-in-a

Ahoy Cwmbran! Sea Dogs. Congress Theatre.

ARGH! The final Sea Dogs performance of the summer today in the Congress Theatre, Cwmbran. 

Played by Gwent Youth Symphonic Brass, conducted by Cap'n Sean.

I narrated my words to Gareth Woods fantastic music.

Here is one of my favourite pirates, Midshipman Lloyd.

He's played Sea Dogs with three different bands now!

Here are the crew getting ready to play in the relatively cool darkness of the empty theatre,

and waiting in the Green Room, before a rampaging performance in front of an audience of about 300 very excited and enthusiastic children. Seriously, it's better than a real job!

If you want to hear Sea Dogs, it's on Soundcloud.
https://soundcloud.com/francescakaypoet/sea-dogs-a-pirate-tale-for
Many thanks to all the players, and of course to Charlotte Griffin at Ty Cerdd for organising this summer's SEA DOGS performances. Until next time, shipmates!